I never dreamed of being here.
But now that I am I see,
This is where I'm meant to be.
His eyes in the moonlight,
This smile is my dream at night.
His lips are meant on mine,
I wish I could take this feeling and dine.
My arms around his waist,
I feel his breaths.
And I wish I don't bother to clean up the mess
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Drunk under a Streetlight | poetry
Poetrypoetry /ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.
